The Beginning (Interlude)
I feel like history on the turntablesOld school to new schoolLike nothing ever been realerOn the history of the turntablesI'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cablesI'm Nina Simone in the park in Harlem in the darkI'm the musical to the project fablesI'm the words scratched out on the record labelI'm the wind when the record spinsI'm the dramatic static before the song beginsI'm the erratic energy that gets in your skinAnd if you don't let me inI'm the shot in the air when the party ends